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"Harry! Ron!" squealed Hermione, running towards their cell and putting her hands through the bars.

"SLAVE!" screamed Pansy, grabbing her and pulling her back. "I did NOT bring you down here for a reunion. I brought you down here because this is where you will now live."

"No!" Hermione screamed and tried to wriggle out of Pansy's clutches to get to Harry and Ron.

"Hermione! No!" shouted Harry and Ron together, not wanting her to end up in a lot of trouble.

"You stupid girl!" said Pansy, throwing Hermione across the room so she landed hard on the floor, ("HERMIONE!" shouted Ron), giving Pansy enough time to take out her wand.

"Imperio!" yelled Pansy at Hermione's slumped body. "Enter this cell," she pointed to the right opposite Harry and Ron, and Hermione obeyed Pansy's orders without question. After locking the cell door, Pansy lifted the curse and swiftly walked out of the cellar, leaving the trio together again, after five, long years.

Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, silently taking in their faces and looking at how they'd changed. They'd both grown stubble, and their hair was longer; they also looked weak and underfed.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" asked Ron, quietly, to which she just nodded. "You're very thin," he noted. Hermione looked down at herself, she had lost a lot of weight over the years, whilst Draco and Pansy had given her enough food to fill her up, the prison before hadn't cared a bit. Her breasts had reduced in size and her cheeks were much thinner, her face quite pointy and her skin uncared for. 'I must look a sight' thought Hermione, 'This is not how I planned our reunion'.

"I can't believe you're alive!" she exclaimed, to take the subject away from her health.

"We're glad of the same, trust me," Harry forced a weak laugh.

"How long have you been here?" Hermione asked.

"I've been here four years now, and Ron three and a half," muttered Harry. "It's not pleasant, but Draco and Pansy aren't as bad as the people before them. I'm surprised they kept us all alive."

"Yes, well, I think they have a special plan for me," whispered Hermione.

"What do you mean?" Ron quickly asked.

"I've just now come from the medical room. I don't know what they did, but..."

"Oh, Hermione," exclaimed Harry, his hand gasped to his mouth in shock.

Hermione lay down, her head on the mattress provided, and she pulled a blanket over her body.

"So, what's your story?" they asked her.

"I was in a high security prison for five years. Draco and Pansy only caught me a few days ago, but i'm glad of it."

"I can imagine," muttered Ron.

"That's where we were before here too, it was horrible. I don't know how you could stand the cruelty for so long," a tear fell from Harry's eye, but he wiped it away quickly.

"I had no choice," Hermione replied.

A couple of hours passed, the reunited trio spent the time talking about everything from the the horrible experiences of the prison to the memories of when they were in school together. Suddenly, there was someone coming down into the cellar, and when Hermione turned to see who it was, she was slightly surprised to find she was happy to see him.

Draco entering the cellar, he noticed something was odd – there was a girl in the cell opposite Potter and Weasley. Granger! 'What the bloody hell is she doing here?' he thought, then took on his heels and stormed out.

"Wonder what's up with him," muttered Ron.

"I didn't offend him, did I?" asked Hermione, worried.

"I don't think so. Why? You're not scared of him are you?" said Harry.

"A little. He used a bullwhip on me until I passed out before he went away. I asked Mistress too many questions, and, well, I needed to be punished..."

"Oh, Hermione..." trailer off Harry, showing her a sympathetic look, but Ron's anger had started to get the better of him.

"DAMN BLOODY IDIOTS! THINK THEY CAN DO WHATEVER THEY LIKE!" he screamed.

"No, Ron, shush! Don't you remember what happened last time you lost your temper?" Harry reasoned.

"What happened?" a curious Hermione asked, as Ron curled up in the corner, shaking.

"They sent him away, I don't know where, or what happened, he just won't talk about it..."