Author's Note: Firstly, this is my first fic. Now I know sometimes when I read that I think, "Oh man, a beginner?" But let me tell you: I am welcoming you to give me positive feedback on what you'd like to see, what I effed up on, etc, and who knows. I may even give you a shout out! Or a cookie :)
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Where is my Wand?

In the midst of a thick lush forest, a tent stood tall against the raging wind. It appeared to be the size of a regular muggle one-room tent. But upon entering, it opened up to be the size of large bedroom, complete with kitchenette (composed of a portable camping stove, a bag of food that was to last another month or so, and a bowl that magically filled with water for hand washing). Laid out in a row were three cots, not particularly comfy, but sufficient enough to sleep peacefully on. Peacefully, that is, if it was anyone other than Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger trying to sleep on these sufficient cots with all the horrific thoughts roaming their minds all hours of the night. They were constantly kept awake thinking about: if and when they would get a lead on the location of the next horcrux, how their family was doing at home without them there, what scheme Voldemort was trying to come up with to thwart the possibility of the side of the light winning, (let alone, scheming ways to take down Harry, and put an end to his life), and many other haunting thoughts and images. The Golden Trio was out, in the middle of nowhere, trying to save the wizarding world as we know it. Kept inside a warm tent (from heated charms) that was invisible to the naked eye (because of strong invisibility charms) Ron, Harry and Hermione were trying to get a peaceful night's sleep. But they knew that because of their "situation", (if you could call nothing short of trying to save the world, a situation) their night would resemble nothing of the word "peaceful".

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It was Hermione's turn to be on watch for the night. She had already taken a small nap earlier in the evening while Ron and Harry attempted to search for food. She wasn't really fond of the night watch position, but was grateful not to have to be stuck in a tent between the loud snoring of her precious friends. She exited the tent after bidding the guys goodnight, and sat upon a stump that was still within their charmed parameter. After a few moments her mind started to drift off and think about their time in hiding.

Harry was like the brother she never had. He knew her so well; it almost appeared that he could read her mind. She couldn't imagine being stuck back in Hogwarts without him. She felt sorry for Ginny, remembering the look on her face when Harry told her she couldn't come: that it was too dangerous. Period. It was as if you could see her heart break through her eyes. But she told him she loved him, and would be waiting for his return. She made him promise that he would return. Twice.

Ron was also like the brother she never had. Although you could tell by his mannerism that he didn't always feel the same way for her. He sometimes would put his arms around her for a hug, but leave them lingering for an uncomfortable amount of time. When she didn't return the gesture, he would go into another fit, withdrawing himself just slightly (but enough that both Harry and Hermione noticed). Harry and Hermione liked to call it his "closet". So that's where Ron was that evening. He went to bed early, without giving Hermione a hug (Harry noticed) and went into his "closet".

She snapped back into reality and realized the fire was beginning to die down. It was really cold out there, so she enjoyed the small fire when she was on watch. Reaching for her wand from her jeans pocket to reignite the fire, she realized it wasn't on her. Where could it be? A nervous feeling rippled down her spine. Maybe the boys had seen it. It would be stupid for her to just leave it lying around for anyone to find.

"Harry, Ron! Have you seen my wand? I'm going to look for it out here, but will you see if I left it on my cot?"

"Sure, Mione." Ron called as he and Harry got up and started searching.

Outside, Hermione was looking around frantically on the ground. There was so much dirt and twigs out here; it would be hard to spot. Then she looked further and spotted something resembling a want just outside the charmed parameter. "That's odd, why would it be out there?" she thought to herself as she walked towards the object. She leaned down to grab it.

Inside the tent Harry was ruffling through her blankets, and felt a small thin object. He lifted the last cover to find Hermione's wand. Just as he was walking towards the entrance to bring it to Hermione, he heard her speak.

"I found it, guys! Thanks for looking!"

In a matter of milliseconds Harry looked down at the wand in his hand, then up to Ron's face that was still staring at Hermione's wand. His face snapped up to look into Harry's eyes as they both realized that THIS was Hermione's wand. Whatever was out there could be a trap. And their friend was about to fall for it.

They both turned and sprinted towards the entrance, throwing open the door flap just in time to see Hermione pick up something that looked strangely like her wand.

"NO!" They both screamed as Ron lunged towards her to knock it out of her hands. But he wasn't quick enough, as Hermione screamed and disappeared with a loud crack. Ron fell to the ground where she had just been standing not a second earlier. This was really bad.

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With a loud thud Hermione fell to the ground, hitting her head upon what she imagined was a concrete floor. As she lat there unable to move, she was able to take in her surroundings. She was in a dark, musty room that was lit by only two small torches. One wall was completely made of bars. It, to her dismay, strongly resembled a jail cell. However the next thing she saw made her wish it really was a jail cell she was in. Staring down at her was a very excited Lucius Malfoy, stamping his cane near her head.

"What a surprise do we have here?" Lucius chuckled. "It looks like a filthy little mudblood. Well little mudblood, your blood is about to get a lot dirtier."

And with that, the heel of Lucius's cane sent Hermione spiraling into unconsciousness as it came down on her face.