A/N: New story, it will be another time travel story there is going to be mentions of torture and rape nothing graphic but if that disturbs you, don't read further. I do not own the characters I just like to play with them.

The Great Escape – Chapter One

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The cold silence crept into the cell, overtaking the small dirty woman huddled in the corner. She had lost count of how long she had been a prisoner in the dungeons of what was once her beloved school. The war had long been light had lost and at one time these stone walls had been full of groans, cries, and quiet chatter of the resistance, but no longer.

She was the last one left and she had Bellatrix bloody Lestrange to thank for that, and it was all because Hermione had begged for death while Bellatrix had sliced her open with her damned cursed knife, over and over and over and over and over….

Hermione shook her head to clear it, she had to be sharp tonight, because she was finally getting out of this hellhole. She clung to the small gold key in her hand, Dolohov had let himself into her cell earlier in the day; like he did most days to see his favorite mudblood. But today, today she hadn't been tortured, she had been fed, and she had slept for a solid few hours, so today was different.

Today she had just enough energy for one tiny burst of wandless magic, just enough to make a copy of a small sparkling gold key that never left the man's pocket unless it was locking or unlocking her cell door.

She cringed as she remembered how she had to help him out of his pants to get close enough to make the copy, and then she had slide the copy under a bit of dirt while he yanked at her hair and called her a dirty whore. All the while she prayed to Merlin that he wouldn't unearth her trickery.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Hermione groaned quietly as she stood shakily to her feet. She knew she didn't have the energy to get out of the castle tonight, she was wounded, weak, and dehydrated, but she could maybe make it to the room of requirements where she could regroup and then come up with her next step.

Her taste of freedom was seven floors up, she wondered at how seven floors could feel like seven miles as she shakily unlocked the rusty door, the squeak as she pushed it opened sounded like a bomb going off and she stood silently still holding her breath… listening…waiting.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Tentatively she took her first step of freedom and then bolted to the doorway. None of the guards would expect the mudblood to escape, and hope for a rescue had vanished with the death of the last order member, Kingsley's screams still echoed in her head.

Now her only job would be getting seven floors up without being noticed by any death eaters suffering from a bought of insomnia.

By the time Hermione got to the fifth floor, her legs quivered as she hid in an alcove trying not to make any noise as she panted for air.

"… hate Ireland."

"Now Draco, we do as the Dark Lord commands, if he has commanded you to help reform the government in Ireland than you must do it."

"But Knott gets to go to France! Why can't I go to France? Or Italy? Or Spain? Anywhere that isn't dreary and rainy is all I ask!"

Hermione heard a quiet shuffle before she heard the whispered reprimand of Lucius Malfoy, "we are still out of favor my son, so if the Dark Lord orders you to Antartica you will go with a polite, 'yes m'lord' is that understood?"

"Yes Father."

She listened as their footsteps faded down the castle corridor and then continued along on her exhausting journey.

Barnabus was exactly as she remembered as she began to pace, "I need a safe place where I can hide… I need a safe place where I can hide…. I need a safe place where I can hide." She mumbled out loud, a wooden door appeared and Hermione practically threw herself through it and slammed the door closed behind her, she was at least temporarily safe.