Hello!

So this is the first time I'm doing a fic that I'm going to post as I write! Usually, I only post after I've finished the story and have thoroughly edited it. But I have decided to give this a go xD

Warnings: This fic is dark. It contains torture, murder, kidnapping, and other mature themes. This fic will also contain character bashing, namely Dumbledore-bashing and Weasley-bashing.

If that is not your thing then, please, turn away now! I have tons of fluff fics that you can read!

Disclaimer: I do not pretend to own Harry Potter.

"Speech"

"Spells"

Chapter One: Kidnapped

Two Days Ago:

Hermione had been at home, safe and sound, eating dinner with her parents. It was the summer of her fifth year and she was set to be moved to Order headquarters within the week. She and her parents wanted to spend as much time as possible with each other before she had to leave.

After a nice dinner, they had watched a film together. Her parents had retired to bed earlier than she had; to no one's surprise, Hermione wanted to stay up a little longer and read.

She had been beginning to doze off when the door burst open.

Hermione startled from her position on the couch and barely even had time to stand up before a masked Death Eater grabbed her and forced his hand over her mouth, muting her screams.

"Kill the parents," The man restraining her barked, "Leave no survivors."

"NO!" Hermione tried to scream, struggling hard against her captor but to no avail.

"Stop struggling, mudblood. It'll only make it worse," The man purred, holding her tighter against him. "Now, I was going to take you straight to the Dark Lord…but maybe there's something you should watch first."

Hermione felt her stomach drop.

She had a pretty clear idea of what he wanted her to watch and she renewed her struggles against him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what did I tell you about struggling?" He whispered in her ear, laughing as she shivered in disgust. He nodded his head at one of the other masked Death Eaters, who nodded back and went upstairs.

"Shall we get the little mudblood a chair so she can watch the show?" He cackled, roughly forcing her into the chair a third Death Eater had fetched.

"Silencio," The masked man mumbled, pointing his wand at Hermione as he spoke the spell. Hermione's screams immediately silenced, and she felt cold dread settle over her. They could do whatever they wanted, and she couldn't even scream.

Silent tears slid down her face as she watched Death Eaters drag her struggling parents down the stairs and onto the couch in front of her. When they saw her, they fought even harder; but they were no match for magical bindings and a bunch of fully grown dangerous Death Eaters.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. The magical world was supposed to be a place where she could be her true self: a witch. She wasn't supposed to be thrown in the middle of a war. Her parents were supposed to suffer because of her place in said war.

"Crucio!"

Hermione sobbed as the agonizing screams of her mum and dad filled her ears.

"STOP! Please, stop!" She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

"What was that, little girl?" The main Death Eater asked, laughing at her forced silence.

As the torture of her parents went on, with Hermione forced to watch, she promised herself that if she ever escaped, she would kill these Death Eaters and show no mercy.

It would be her leaving no survivors.

As she made that silent vow, Hermione felt a flash of magic go through her, binding her to her promise.

The Death Eaters must have felt the tremor of magic, because they stopped cursing her parents, who by now were drooling, mindless husks of what they used to be.

"What was that?" One of the Death Eaters asked.

The Death Eater who looked to be in charge looked around and shrugged, although Hermione could see the hesitation in his cold eyes.

"Whatever, these muggles are done. Let's get the mudblood back to the Dark Lord." He said, harshly grabbing Hermione and forcing her to her feet.

"Clean this up," He barked, and then with no warning, Hermione felt the unpleasant tug of a portkey activating.

They landed roughly, the man taking no care with his prisoner and paid her no mind as she dropped to her knees, retching. He merely gave her a quick, cold glance and forced her to her feet again. She sobbed as his grip tightened on her arm to the point of bruising.

The silencing charm was quickly wearing off and Hermione let out little pained whimpers. She tried to silent, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of hearing her pain, but it was difficult.

"Let's go, mudblood. He's waiting for you."

Hermione couldn't do anything but let herself be dragged towards a set of imposing doors.

They opened as they approached, creaking ominously and not doing anything to ease Hermione's fear. She tried to control her breathing but she couldn't help but pant in fear.

When they entered, a sudden hush fell over the room. The others in the room parted as the man dragged her forward. Hermione stifled a gasp when she saw the man sitting on the grand throne they were approaching.

Lord Voldemort.

Please, let me know what you thought of the first chapter?

As of right now, I am planning on this fic having a happy ending so you do have that to look forward to! I have a broad idea of where I want to take this fic but it's pretty open ended, so any ideas you guys have, I am very open to it!