"Mudblood! I see her! Over there!"

"Get her you fool. Hurry!"

Hermione ran as fast as she could, cast every defensive spell she could think of to protect herself from the deatheaters that were chasing her. She needed to find Harry and Ron. Where were they?

She took some turns to try and throw the men off her trail, but they were good at theire job, and stayed close, always within a couple yards, but when they tried cursing her, it would bounce off one of her sheilds, or she would duck just in time.

They were gaining on her quickly, and she could see a dead end coming. She had nothing left to do but turn around as quickly as possible and run at them at full force. She knocked them over, but the part she didn't think about- it knocked her over. She had just enough time fot the transfiguration spell she knew would save her life. She took the spare wand she had found, and used it to carefully shrink her own wand to the size of a toothpick. This way the death eaters would take the spare and she would still have her own. It was actually Ron who suggested trying this particular trick.

She tried getting up after properly hiding her wand between her cheek and teeth where no one would see it. She was automatically grabbed, and knocked down again.

"I got her! Come on! The boss will be estatic!"

Hermione identified the voice to be none other than Pansy Parkinson. This surprised her. Since when was Pansy a deatheater? She struggled against Pansy's arms, and felt the other take the spare wand from her hand.

"Is that her wand?" The other asked.

"It looks like hers. Wasn't it hawthorn?"

"I don't remember, but yeah, it's hers. Can't believe she was stupid enough to get caught." Pansy's male helper sneered in Hermione's face, spitting at her feet.

She turned away as the man pointed his wand at her. "Where's your Gryffindor courage gone?" he mocked. "Crucio!"

Hermione stayed silent, enduring the horrible pain that waved through her entire body. She wouldn't scream. She would never give the dirty deatheaters that joy. Soon, the pain increased to the point where she had no other choice than to black out.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw darkness. At first she thought she was blind, but she saw a little slit of light that looked silver. She finally figured she was in a dungeon of some sort. It was dark, and the slit was a crack in the hard stone wall, with moonlight shining in. She couldn't believe it was already night time.

No, that's not what she couldn't believe, what she couldn't believe was who was behind this whole operation. Recreating Voldemort's vision of power, the man had rounded up the left over death eaters that still believed in a pure world, even with Voldemort dead and gone. Hermione had set out with the other aurors, teamed up with Harry and Ron as usual to track them down. But they were ambushed. She had gotten seperated.

She wondered desperately what had happened to her friends. She wondered where in the hell she wondered. But the worst thing, she couldn't stop wondering why the horrible man had started this over. After she's saved his sorry ass in the Room of Requirement during the last battle. After she made sure he and his mom would be safe in a new home, especially after Narcissa had pretty much saved Harry's life. How could Draco Malfoy start up the Deatheaters again, even rounding up new followers. It was horrible.

She didn't want to think about it. She was still exhausted. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, thinking about Malfoy.

Hermione woke up again to the same darkness, this time a little clearer. The fact that her eyes had already started adjusting to see in the pitch black room scared her. How long had she been here?

She decided to try crawling, even if her entire body ached with pain. It hurt like hell, but she needed to get out and go find Harry and Ron. It was still too dark too see much, but she could tell nothing was directly in front or behind her nor on either side. She pulled herself towards the small slit in the wall, deciding to investigate it first.

Soon a wall was in front of her, and she eyed the crack. It was a centimeter thick, and ran about as long as her arm. She put her eye up to it, and could see silver grass and silver hedges. The moonlight poured onto everything. If she wasn't filled with fear and angst, she waould've been shocked and awed by the beauty of the garden. She recognized it suddenly. She was at Malfoy Manor. She looked by a huge silver fountain spewing silver water to see a pure white peacock. Beautiful.

She filled with angry at the thought of the stupid boy she hated, and still saved twice, turning into the heir of Voldemort. It made her sick.

Hermione moved away to rest her head on the wall. She was trying to ignore the pain that screamed from every single inch of her body. She decided she needed more sleep and could figure something out to do with this. She had her wand thank god.

She carefully pulled the wand out of her mouth, and slipped it into her pocket. They had taken her robes but left her in her jeans and sweater thank god. She knew her wand would go back to normal size in a few hours, and she couldn't use it until then. Her eyes fell closed, but before she could drift off, she heard a moan.

It was a low pitiful moan of agony. There was another victim in the room as well. She gathered her wits, and followed the loud moan until she almost kneed the poor soul in the back.

"Hello? Who are you? What's wrong?" She asked concerened. She didn't know what to do to help.

"Ugggghhhh. Ngggghhhh. Fuck!" The voice was definately male, and somewhat familiar. "Dr-Draco Mal-foy. I- It hurts. I can't- They took everything from me. I feel like shit. That's what's wrong."

Hermione's eyes widend. "Draco Malfoy? Did you say Draco Malfoy?" She stumbled over her words, realizing she sounded almost as bad, her voice filled with her own pain coursing through her body.

"Maybe I'm not anymore, but I was. Now I'm No one. I'm nothing. They took everything." He whispered in pain filled groans. "Help me."

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A/N: New story! The idea just came to me last night, and I loved it! Reviews are loved and welcomed, but I beg for the flamers to stay away, though none of the sick twisted shit has come up yet. Be ready for badness! I'm hoping for this to be longer and better than mi first story!