A/N: This chapter is with Hermione, but there's no icky beatings and such. Yay for Hermione!

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling… sadly.

Hermione had been in her dungeon, laying down on the cold floor and letting the pain she was feeling consume her, when the metal door creaked open. Hermione sat up, and looked toward the door, hoping for Harry, or Ron, or Ginny, or anyone from the Order, who would come to save her, but she saw someone in a dark cloak and Death Eater mask. Hermione cringed and crawled to the other side of the dungeon, hoping to get as far away from the Death Eater as possible.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," said the Death Eater, his voice was soft and sincere. Hermione looked up hesitantly, noticing that it was one of the Death Eaters who had taken her to her prison, the Death Eater who had sounded the most familiar to her, and had always stayed in the back of their line.

He started to walk toward Hermione, and Hermione pushed herself against the wall and as far away from the Death Eater as possible. She looked up and saw that he was carrying a tray, but she couldn't see what was on it. Hermione was thinking that there was knives on the tray that he would soon use to stab at her.

The Death Eater had set down the tray next to Hermione, and she saw that it had food on it. Hermione stared at the food, her mouth beginning to water. She had no idea how long she had been there, but all she had gotten to eat was some horrible mush of food, and some water. Hermione looked at the tray, and saw food that looked edible, and not like a dog had thrown it up.

"Eat up, you're probably not going to get food for another while," the Death Eater said as he sat down on the wall across from Hermione, wanting to give her as much space as possible.

Hermione looked up at the Death Eater curiously, then looked down at the food. Hermione grabbed the fork that was laying on the tray and ate the food faster than she had ever eaten. How fast and messily she ate would have made Ron look like an angel while he ate.

"Keep eating, it's going to give you strength, and you're going to need you're strength for when Ari- when he comes back." He had stopped short, stopping from saying the name of his master, who was leading him and forcing him to keep Hermione in the dungeon. If it were up to him, Hermione wouldn't be in the dungeon, she'd be at home, with her family.

Hermione looked up at the man, who sounded so familiar, and she wished that she would be able to remember him.

"When who comes back?" Hermione croaked out, her voice sounding hoarse and her throat hurting from screaming so much.

"I can't tell you that," he replied, wishing that he could tell Hermione who was keeping her here, and who he was.

"Why? Who would I tell?" Hermione questioned.

"You never know, you could get a hold of someone's wand, and sent another Patronus out," he replied.

"Doubt it… why are you just sitting there? Shouldn't you be trying to get some sort of information out of me while using the Cruciatus Curse or that stinging curse?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I don't want to hurt you… but if you want…" He replied while taking out his wand.

"NO! No…" Hermione exclaimed as he pointed his wand toward her.

"Relax, I'm just going to heal some of you're bruises and broken ankle," he said. He muttered a spell under his breath, and Hermione felt her pain lessen and felt her ankle stop throbbing, and saw it's swelling dying down. The Death Eater backed away from her and sat down on the wall across from Hermione again.

"Thanks, was it you who healed my head?" Hermione asked, realizing that it could have been him.

"It was. Ari- the master wanted you to bleed out, but I convinced him not to kill you, so he could question you," he replied, mentally slapping himself for almost giving away his master's name again.

"Well, thanks for telling him not to kill me. But now I'm thinking that dying would have been easier for me," Hermione said glumly.

"Don't think like that. Be happy to be alive. Someone could find you, any day now, think about that."

"Why can't you just let me go?" Hermione pleaded.

"Because they'd know it was me, and they'd kill me, and my family."

"How would they know?"

"Let's just say, I haven't been a great help with their cause."

"What is their cause? Why do they need to know where Harry is? Why do they need me?" Hermione asked, hoping for some answers.

"Voldemort's dead now, and a new man wants to rise up and take his place. He wants to find and kill the survivors of the Last Battle. He thinks that killing the survivors would avenge Voldemort's death, and he wants to start with Harry Potter, the boy who killed Voldemort."

"Who is 'he?'" Hermione asked, wanting more answers.

"I can't tell you that."

"Why?"

"Because, he's the one who helped kidnap you. The one who's been torturing you. Unlike Voldemort, he's very hands on. If I told you who he was, and you got your hands on a wand and told everyone, I'd end up dead." He explained.

"Well, can you tell me who you are?" Hermione asked hopefully, wanting to be able to figure out who the familiar voice belonged to.

"You don't recognize my voice?" he asked disbelievingly.

"It sounds so familiar…" Hermione said.

"I can't tell you, because again, if you get you're hands on a wand…"

"You'd end up in Azkaban," Hermione finished.

"Exactly. I wish I could tell you more, I really do." he answered, truthfully.

"Yea, me too."

The Death Eater looked down at his wrist, and Hermione figured that he had a watch on his wrist that he was looking at.

"I have to go now, but remember they won't kill you, trust me on that."

"You'd be surprised what someone could live through," Hermione replied.

"I know, and I'm sorry you have to live through it."

Before he stood up, the Death Eater rolled something over to Hermione, and walked out of the metal door before the object arrived to Hermione. She looked down, and saw her wand laying on the floor in front of her. Hermione picked it up, and silently thanked the familiar voice. Hermione stood up shakily, still not very strong and her ankle still hurting.

It took a little while, but Hermione thought of a strong enough memory to conjure her Patronus to send to the Weasleys.

"I'm fine, don't worry to much about me. I have some new information. One of the Death Eaters who kidnapped me says I should know him, so you all should probably know him too. Also, the leader of the new gang of Death Eaters wants to rise up and kill the survivors of the Last Battle to avenge Voldemort, starting with Harry. His name starts with Ari, but I don't know the rest of his name. Please, hid everyone, because you all were in the Last Battle, especially Harry. I love you all, and I'll contact you whenever I can."

Hermione sent off her otter, and hid her wand in the darkest corner in her dungeon, so that no one would find it, and that she would be able to keep it close to her. She now knew better than to curse whoever opened up the door, and to be careful when she tries to contact the Weasleys. She didn't try to send one to the Grangers, in case someone else decided to walk in.

Hermione smiled for the first time since she got to the dungeon, realizing that there was still hope for her.

A/N: Sorry it's not very long, but there's lots of information in it!

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