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From Hermione's Memory
They had been walking for quite some time, knowing that they were finally very close to a Horcrux was both satisfying and terrifying. Near four weeks, close to a month they had been dodging death eaters and hiding within the countryside. It was daunting with all that they carried. Even though most of it was shrunken.
"Come on Harry," Ron began to blither. "Can't we just sit for a minute?" The constant whining was beginning to grind on Hermione's nerve. She walked on with a bitter expression. Harry just simply shook his head.
It seemed for the most part that the boys had been trying so desperately for Hermione to return to her old state. Harry often looked as though he just wanted to hug her. Sure it was because of this mission, because of him that she had to be present which brought her to the current mood she was in. Little did he know. Suddenly and without warning a long blue flame like ribbon passed in front of them. The three stood shocked.
"Death eaters..." Hermione's raspy voice stated. The three looked for cover but it had been to late... the black masses in the sky were slowly descending in their very direction.
"What are we going to do Harry?" Ron yelped as he frantically looked about the area. The dark haired boy looked to Hermione who was instantly waving her wand around mumbling incantations as she threw the bag off her back at the boys.
"Hermione what are..."
"Go, apparate right now, I can't keep this shield charm up forever you know." The raven haired girl said through gritted teeth.. not many people realized that it takes a lot of concentration to speak when shielding. It's like trying to talk with a wad of gum in your mouth. She watched Harry shake his head slowly while Ron just gave him a dumb look not understanding.
"Not without you.." Harry said as the deatheaters drew ever so near, Hermione could already make out masks and wands.
"Take Ron, go.. don't make me do it for you." Before she had even finished growling out her reply Harry grabbed onto Ron and they disappeared from her sight. Instantly she relaxed her mumblings and let her wand hand fall to her side. The moment they had gone, there she was.. in a circle of deatheaters. She wondered if Snape was one of them but honestly she didn't care. A long black cloak stepped forward.
"Drop your wand." The man said shortly. Though he wore a grotesque mask Hermione remembered that voice. She even cursed it a good few times.. but it could be the voice of the man who might save her from this.
"Of course.. Mr Malfoy." She did as she was told, she dropped her wand.
Instantly the wand was snatched up in a gloved hand then her body was bound. It was a surprise how quickly they all had pounced upon her like hungry cats toying with the last mouse. When they lifted her off the ground and with them in the air, the pain was immesurable. Hermione thought... This must be... what my soul feels like. She would say that again. And again. And each time the pain grew over the next two months held captive by the deatheaters she would say it one more time while invisioning the soft emerald eyes of another woman.