hermione awoke with an ache in her head and discomfort around her neck. she cleared her throat only to find it was not as pleasing as it should be. she placed two fingers to her head and begin massaging it in order to clear her eyes. as soon as her pulsing brain began to slow its beating, she blinked a few times and looked around at her surroundings.
cold trepidation filled her stomach.
she had expected to see ron and harry lounging on the bunk bed, listening to the radio.
she had expected to soak in the pale tan color of the inside of the tent, to breathe in the musky scent of the forest.
she expected to have her wand beside her, to roll out of her cot.
she did not expect to see cold cell bars and breathe in the stale air of the basement.
she did not expect to feel the lump in her throat, the tears threatening to burst out.
she did not expect to wake up with no shoes, no blanket, nothing.
and she did not expect her screams to be silent while she shook with sobs.
a/n: ok sorry i deleted one similar to this but i am redoing it because i have a better plot and story ok love me. thanks for reading. dedicated to ((as usual))
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antichrist // dramione
Fanfictionin which hermione was taken by the malfoy's during the wizarding war and her voice was stripped from her.
