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A/N: I'm sorry this is so short! Everyoe wanted an update so badly I ended the chapter early. Also my great-grandparents passed away so I haven't been able to write that much. This story is dedicated to both of them. I also want to thank Risea Moone for helping me out with this. She's a great writer and a good friend. Well Onward my pets...

After some effort Hermione got to her feet. She was thinking the same thoughts from the past few days 'how did I not notice "Bill" had no wedding ring on? Why am I here? If I see Snape I'll kill him.' "Ahh Miss Granger, so good of you to join us." A cold, hissing voice caused her to look up. Lord Voldemort sat in a throne-like chair in the center of the room. A hood leaving only two crimson slits looking out at her covered his face. "Actually I was under the impression that I had to be here."

Voldemort chuckled at her response. "My dear--- where did that creature come from?" He snapped looking at the floor. A ginger cat sat primly by Hermione's feet looking around in a bored fashion. "I-I don't know Master. It wasn't here when I locked the room." Stuttered a Death Eater. Hermione picked up Crookshanks, who climbed up onto her shoulder.

She looked around for the first time and she realized with a start she could recognize most of the Death Eaters on her left. She named them aloud but still silently much to Voldemort's amusement. As she named them their masks disappeared in a puff of smoke showing her their stony, smirking, or leering faces. Finally only two Death Eaters remained still masked. She pointed to the nearest one, "Lucius Malfoy" and his mask too vanished leaving him to half glower half smirk at her.

Hermione looked at the last one and the word "Snape." left her mouth in a hiss rivaling Voldemort's. In the next second she had sprinted towards him, knocking him over with her weight, and she was straddling him, her knees dug into his arms to keep them on the ground. She started to punch him, scratch him, and hurt him in anyway. No one moved as Hermione Jane Granger, a Prefect and a perfect know-it-all, attacked her former Potions Professor. The only sound came from the two of them until Voldemort called out, "Enough."

Hermione stopped instantly and stood up. She wondered how Crookshanks had managed to stay on her shoulder as she walked back to her spot eyes downcast breathing ragged. "My dear, what on earth was that for?" He asked crimson eyes growing brighter. Hermione looked directly into his eyes her own hazel eyes calculating. "Dumbledore." Was her fierce yet controlled answer, she knew about his skill in Legimency and also knew he was going to use it on her any second.

What she guessed he didn't know was she was skilled in Occlumency and she shut off most of her mind. She allowed him to see certain things but kept the rest locked away deeper in her mind than he would want to go. "Severus, please escort Miss Granger and her…cat to the chambers I've set aside." She followed Snape out in silence thinking to herself the calculating look back in her eyes. She had surprised Voldemort with the images and memories she'd let him see and she knew it.

Snape led her to an ordinary looking door and opened it for her. Before he could leave she grabbed his arm and passed a hand over his face when he turned to glare at her. "That will be the only time I don't fight back." He growled as any trace of the earlier attack faded into nothingness. The growl made her shiver and she nodded closing the door. Once alone the courage she'd had fled leaving Hermione with only panic and fear. She took no notice of anything other than the queen sized bed in a corner.

She crawled under the red silk sheets and fell asleep Crookshanks curled up next to her. That night Hermione dreamt of dead faces, Voldemort's laugh and Bill turning into Snape and Lucius.

Hermione awoke the next morning to screams echoing in her room. She looked at her new room. Small, had to be the first work to come to mind and Dark had to be the second. A small empty fireplace was directly across from the bed. Next to it sat an old desk covered in books, presumably, from one of the two bookshelves above it. Right next to the bed was a set of double doors that were closed. They looked as if they had been made of clear glass once but someone had covered them in black paint.

Hermione looked at them and found that both doors were locked. She was going to the desk when the screams from that morning floated up from the floor. She jumped back onto the bed in pure terror and it was only then did she notice her robes had been replaced with a white nightdress and were no where to be found. She moaned but remembered Malfoy Senior still had her wand and moaned again.

Suddenly her thoughts turned to Harry, the Weasley's, and the Order for the first time in… a week! It had been a whole week since she'd seen her friends or even thought of them. Hermione knew they had to bee looking for her and wondered if they'd find her soon. Her musings were abruptly halted when her door was unceremoniously thrown open and a Death Eater entered. He looked up and Hermione gasped in shock.

A/N: I know I'm evil right? Lol it might take longer for chapter two to get up because I have to actually write it. I wanna get it and chapter three done before I update again so it might take a week maybe two. Just wanted to let you know. Anyway R&R please :) Layla